by Leslie Pike
Oh my god it’s almost painful to admit.
“Challenge accepted.”
“I wasn’t challenging you.”
“Let me rephrase. We’re going to go at your pace, and under your rules. If it feels good you’ll let me please you. If it doesn’t we try something else. How about that?”
“I guess. Just don’t get your hopes up.”
“It’s a date then. The night of the party we’re going to paradise. Together.”
He can’t see me lift my eyes to the heavens and cross my fingers.
Chapter 9
Sawyer
Walking into the open front door of the Swift house, I step aside for the three workers passing. They carry boxes of string lights and lanterns out the door and into the garden.
“Hello!” I call to the sound of conversation coming from the kitchen.
“We’re in here,” Boone’s deep voice reaches to the entry.
I’m hit with the aroma of coffee and bacon and freshly baked bread. The memory of one of my foster moms floats past my eyes. She used to make bread every week.
As I enter the room it’s like a scene from American Family Gazette. All the Swifts are gathered, except for January and Charlotte and Bristol, who I know are having a spa day. The girls are getting the works done for tonight. Although how could Bristol improve on what she normally looks like?
The early morning sunlight streams through the tall glass windows.
“Hey,” Atticus says lifting his chin.
“Hi, everyone.” Taking a seat I put my cell on the table.
Lucinda comes over and gives me a peck on the cheek.
“Morning, Sawyer. Thank you for helping with the setup. Boone, pour Sawyer an orange juice.”
“Would you rather have coffee? We have that fresh too,” he says from behind the huge island.
“Have a muffin,” Brick says pushing a plate across the table.
“What can I get for you, son?” Boone asks. “Let me make you a plate of Grandma Birdie’s Tennessee grits and my special omelette. Do you like bacon?”
“Everything. I’ll take it all. Thank you.”
Rarely have I been waited on in life. It’s just a little uncomfortable, but the rareness of it wins me over. Think I’ll enjoy myself.
“You two were on fire at yesterday’s game,” Brick says. “I like it.”
Nonchalantly, Atticus responds. “Yeah, it was good.”
“According to your father and brother that’s the biggest understatement I’ve heard in a while,” Lucinda says. “Enjoy your good days, boys.”
It amuses me that she calls her sons boys. They tower over her. Not sure they mind it though. Boone places my breakfast in front of me. “Thanks. This looks great.”
Brick passes his empty one to his father and tells us his plan.
“The buzz is building. If things continue as they are, we need to start thinking about some dual endorsements. Not yet, but depending how the season goes, it could benefit you both.”
Atticus nods his head. I think he listens to his brother because it’s paid off in spades for him.
“Endorsements? Does anyone know who I am yet?”
There’s laughter all around. “You’ve trended on Twitter twice this week. They know you,” Atticus chuckles. He brings out his cell and scrolls till he finds what he’s looking for. He passes it to me.
“Gold. Pure gold.”
I tap the arrow and watch the clip of the game the reporters mentioned the next day. Atticus and I were in the zone.
Lucinda pulls back a chair and sits next to me with her breakfast.
“You’ve got something special, Sawyer. And I’m not talking about your pitching talent alone. You’ve got humility. And if you can hold on to it as fame takes hold, then you’ll be a star. It’s going to be what sets you apart.”
Boone comes behind his wife and kisses her on top of the head.
“Lucinda is our family’s greatest baseball fan. And that’s saying something. She knows what she’s talking about.”
“Thank you. I appreciate your words, Lucinda. How good are you at helping a man make a good impression on a lady?”
Now I have everyone’s attention, but especially Lucinda’s.
“The very fact you’re not certain of yourself is charming enough.”
“Here we go,” Atticus says. “You already have my mother and Grandmother in your corner. Bristol doesn’t have a chance.”
“Did I hear my name?” Grandma Birdie says entering the kitchen.
“Morning, Mama. Let me bring you a plate,” Boone says.
“Thanks, darlin’. What are we discussing?”
“Bristol and I will be coming to the Summer Nights party together. It’s our first real date and I want to make a good impression. I’m asking for tips from the women who know her best.”
The women look pleased at my ask. They know I’m serious.
“Don’t step on her feet when you dance,” Brick says.
“Don’t try too hard,” Atticus adds.
Lucinda waves their words away. “Hush. What does that even mean? Of course he should try hard.”
Grandma weighs in. “I think she’d love it if you bring her a little something. You know, just a trinket to mark the occasion.”
“I can do that. What does she like?”
“No. Give her something that you like. A little piece of you, honey.”
“No! That’s too much,” says Brick. “She’s not like other women. She can spook easily.”
“You’re going to do fine,” Lucinda says smiling.
Grandma takes her seat between her grandsons. Boone serves her breakfast and a glass of orange juice.
“It’s dancing under the moon. All you have to do is show up, there’ll be magic in the air,” he adds.
“Atticus currently holds the record for impressing a woman on Swift property. He proposed in the forest,” Grandpa says.
He’s come in from the back patio, brushing off his shoes at the door. Obviously listening to our conversation.
“Among other things,” Atticus adds chuckling.
“The forest?”
“The trees on the edge of the property,” Brick says.
“It goes deep. You can almost get lost in there,” Lucinda adds.
For a few minutes I consider having Bristol give me a tour but the idea is ultimately rejected. I don’t want to copy another man’s moves. If Atticus and Charlotte hold it close to their hearts, then it’s their spot. I’m going to come up with something else.
Maybe I need to keep it simple. Our first time. My balls ache thinking about it. Tonight can’t come too soon.
Standing at her door I check my breath and tuck my shirt. Hope she likes classic. Black suit, crisp white shirt tailored to my body. My latest watch.
I knock.
Hearing the click click click of high heels coming closer on the other side of the door makes me smile. Then it opens and the smile turns into an appreciative stare. Bristol is a vision in blue. A short dress that skims her body. Sleeveless. The way the fabric drapes over her breasts is genius. Fuck.
“You look beautiful.”
She dips her head in an adorable gesture of shyness. I’d bet it’s an emotion Bristol doesn’t feel much. Her confidence is one of the things I like about her. But this small movement, eyes cast down, makes me feel ten feet tall.
“Thank you. I tried on different outfits. I wanted to pick one you’d like best.”
Is she kidding? I’d like her in a gunny sack.
I take her hands and wrap them around my waist.
“Let me show you how impressed I am.”
We come together in a kiss. The kiss. It’s on another plane, somewhere other than earthly. For a split second we come up for air and lock eyes. Fuck the fucking party under the moon. Fuck our well-chosen outfits. Fuck her perfectly done hair. My request and her agreement passes between us without words. It’s on.
Her fingers find the buttons on
my dress shirt and make quick work of them. There’s no hesitation on my part. There’s just one move for me to make. The dress. But I pause to let her unzip my pants. Just to make her more comfortable, I’ll get naked first.
My shoes get kicked off. She pushes the pants down and I do the rest, stepping out of them and moving the puddle of fabric to the side with my foot.
Running her hands over my chest, she opens the shirt and I rid myself of it in a matter of seconds. Delicate fingers glide over my biceps and squeeze the hardness.
My dick is poking against the fly of my boxer briefs, looking for release. Her eyes are on it, and then her hands. Oh fuck. Yeah baby. Get at it.
I grab a fistful of the long braid she’s wearing and tilt her head back. She smiles and raises an eyebrow. I take the indecent kiss and trail my tongue along her alabaster neck.
There’s no conversation other than the clear message of rising breaths. This is beyond words.
As she’s pulling my waistband down, I’m gathering the material of her dress on either side of her waist. There’s the desire to see Bristol naked against the need to have my dick in her hands, mouth, pussy. They fight each other for dominance.
She lifts me out and begins to stroke the length of me. Fuck.
“The Cannon,” is all she says.
I need to interrupt one of the best moments of my life. The dress. It needs to come off. She lifts her hands in the air and I rid her of it. It goes sailing to the back of a nearby chair and slips to the floor.
Holy mother of all things sacred. She stands before me wearing only a silky blue thong. And high heels. Fuck me. Please fuck me, woman.
The breasts. Oh god. My mouth finds them like a magnet finds metal. No more waiting. Her nipples are as described, and they peak with the touch of my tongue. Hard.
Now a sound. She’s moaning and it’s making my dick twitch against her. Like a divining rod reaching for water.
Her hand finds me and begins a slow and fucking out-of-this-world rhythmic stroke. I’m kissing those soft lips. Our tongues meeting and exploring. Fuck this.
I scoop her up in my arms. “Point the way,” I command.
“Last door on the right,” she says, running her tongue around my ear. Chills.
The door is half closed, but I kick it open and stop it from returning with my shoulder. There’s only a few more steps and then I lay her down. For me. For my pleasure and hers. I remove her shoes and rub her bare foot over my cock.
There’s no waiting. This is lust. The gorilla in me is pounding his chest and sounding his call. Now, at last, you’re mine, woman. The way she’s looking at me, the set of her stare, the raw sexuality of how she’s exposed, prove we’re thinking alike. Then she seals the deal.
“Fuck me right now. How do you want me?”
The one clear thinking gene in my mind calibrates the situation. She said she doesn’t orgasm from intercourse. What’s the best chance of it happening?
“On top. Come here, baby.”
I lay down beside her and flip her on top of me. Straddling my body, she rises and takes ahold of my dick.
“Wait!” I say.
Her head tilts to the side and she settles.
“I’m going to show you how your lips can stroke me.”
The expression on her face is priceless. One half disbelief and the other excitement.
I angle the head of my dick pointing forward and lift and sit her body close to my tip. Now is the time for patience on my part. I need to reign in the passion a little. Make her relax.
“Let me look at you,” I say softly. “Your lips.”
I’m getting turned on by my own words. Slowing my roll works to rise the heat.
“Open up. Pull your beautiful lips apart.”
There’s a slight hesitation. And then, her fingers move slowly to her pussy. In a sexy move, she doesn’t do what I’ve asked. Not at first. Instead, she licks her middle finger and places it very gently over where I’m sure her clit hides. All the while hypnotizing me with her eyes.
Fuck me, woman. My dick just grew an inch.
Then she makes delicate circles while my hands pinch her nipples. I’m mesmerized, and an involuntary groan escapes my lips.
Chapter 10
Bristol
This is my new favorite reality show.
Who am I right now? Some new version of me has taken hold, and I fucking love her. Just go with the flow, Bristol. It feels great. Everything he does is right. But it’s all going to come crashing down with my subpar sexual abilities.
For now I’m going to assume my false identity and do what he’s asking. Be present. I slowly part my lips. His eyes dart from my breasts to my pussy, and they take on a darker hue.
“That’s it, baby. Let me touch you.”
Strong hands become soft fingers as he uses his thumbs to explore. He pulls back the hood and when my clit pops out the muscle in his jaw tenses. Leaning my head back I get lost in the touch.
It’s delicate.
“God you’re beautiful. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Only a few men have ever been given permission to get up close and personal. Not for any length of time anyway. Why would I when it’s just an exercise in frustration? I’m so much more adept at bringing myself to orgasm than any man has ever been.
I’m ashamed to say I’ve always pretended passion rather than let a man spend an hour making me numb. But this feels very different. I’m not going to fake it tonight. Whatever happens I won’t fake it with Sawyer.
I jump a bit when he licks a finger and taps it on my clit. Oh Jesus. Hallelujah. I feel. “It feels good, right?” he says. There’s a sweetness to his question, but it’s mixed with restraint. He’s holding back I think mindful of what I told him. It’s sexy.
“It feels great.”
He separates my lips, and now his magnificent cock is poking out between them.
“I don’t think we need any lubrication,” he says.
I smile at the thought. It’s like a slick down there.
“You’ve already made me wet.”
His cock rises against me when I say the words, and a huff escapes his lips. As if he has to exhale to be able to breathe properly. That one sound turns me the fuck on.
Hands rise to either side of my waist. Gently he slides me forward and back. Up and down the length of him. Oh god. This is awesome.
“Now you do it,” he commands.
Slowly, I begin to move. Forward. Back. Forward. Back. Like a slow moving twirk. My lips caressing his cock and sliding my cum all over it, head to base.
“Ohhh. Yes. That’s it, baby. You’ve got it.”
Now I’m encouraged. I get lost in the feeling, and it’s making my clit sing. Back or forward it’s being stimulated. And then I feel it. He lets go of a hand and starts to tap, tap, tap my clit every time it’s exposed.
Holy shit!!!
I hear my own moans and his. Our eyes are on each other. I’m biting my bottom lip. The expression he wears pure lust. I’m in love with his face.
Hands returning to my waist, he moves me faster, harder against him.
“I need to be inside. Sorry. It’s happening fast.”
Not too fast for me. I’m close too. I lift and take ahold of The Cannon. He takes over and guides it to the spot.
“Oh yeah. Here we go. I need to FUCK you.” Hollering the word as he says it, like some sort of animalistic cry.
I’m as wet as I’ll ever be.
“Go easy,” he says between rising breaths.
“Jesus,” I say leaning my head back.
He keeps ahold of his cock till it’s just a few inches in, then I feel his hands on my waist.
“That’s it, baby. Slowly.”
Following his lead, I settle. Inch by inch. Oh my god. I’m on fucking fire. He starts to gently pump before I’ve taken it all. Yes. Yes.
“When it’s all in, lean forward a little. Feel my dick rubbing against your clit.” It’s a big job, but someone n
eeds to do it.
Hands reach for each other and fingers intertwine. As I lean in, he steadies me.
Here we go. The rhythm is slow with intention. Getting me used to the size of him. It feels like nothing I’ve experienced before. We fit. Just two words. It’s the best way to describe things.
I’m carried away and at the same time uniquely present. Laser-focused on the sensation. Have I ever felt so much like a woman? There are no inhibitions. I feel no shyness. Now his eyes are on my breasts. By the look on his face they bounce for his pleasure.
The veins on his neck are engorged. The ligaments tight. His chest rises and falls with each breath. They come faster now.
I’m riding him bareback, like a cowgirl rides a bucking bronc. There’s an untamed stallion under me, at the peak of his powers. But he’s not trying to throw me off. No. Instead, he’s loving having me against his flank.
And me? I already know this will be my favorite ride.
Oh. I’m getting that feeling. The sensation is building. Am I going to come? Stop thinking! I look at him and an unspoken message passes from me to him. His eyes change. His expression changes. He lets loose what I didn’t realize he was holding back.
Ohhhhh. He pumps hard now. Faster and harder.
“I want you to come all over my cock!”
That’s it. I take the final step off the cliff and into the abyss. I’m coming.
As the sound leaves my throat, I hear his. It’s guttural. Raw.
“Ohhhhhhh,” I scream.
“Bristol!”
In the magical moment he calls out my name. My eyes open to see the face of his orgasm. He’s soaring off mine. As eyes lock we’re coming together. I’m launched into the heavens, my body charged with a sexual electricity. He pumps deeper, I grind harder. We’re two beasts in heat somehow separated from our human selves.
As the orgasm retreats, I hold on as long as possible to the sensations. My pussy is throbbing.
It happened!
Sawyer lets loose with a hoot and a holler.
“Who hoo! Son of a bitch, woman! What’s that about not being able to…”
I lean over and quiet him with a congratulatory kiss for all that he did for me. Without pulling out he rolls me over. Now he’s on top and looking into my eyes.
